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He didn't know how he was going to ask her. This was the girl he'd hated when he first met her. This is the girl he'd fought a troll for, faced giant spiders for, the girl he'd come back for, the girl he loved more than anyone else in the entire world. He could tell her he loved her easily; he did that all the time, but how did he ask her he wanted her to be his wife?

He pondered this for a few moments, then walked out into the garden. Hermione was sitting on the grass, her nose in a book, her frizzy hair pulled away from her face. Her face lit up when she saw him and, throwing her book to one side, stood up and hugged him.

When he held her close, he knew exactly how to ask her. He decided it was now or never. He pulled away and took her by the hand. He reached into his robes and pulled out his wand. Hermione was the picture of confusion for the first time in her life. "Ronald," she said, "what are you doing?"

He took the small band from inside his robes and pointed his wand at it, muttering; "Wingardium Leviosa."

The ring did not move.

Ron turned red. Hermione looked at him, waiting for an explanation. He gave her none. He simply said; "Hermione, I'm sorry. I wanted this to be perfect for you; for us."

"What are you on about Ron?" Hermione was exasperated now, but she still held Ron's hand tightly.

"I wanted to ask-well-um…" He stammered.

"Oh do hurry up Ron; I was getting to a good bit in my book!" She moaned.

"Hermione Granger will you marry me?" He almost shouted.

Her face became flushed as she replied; "yes."

"Yes?" He spluttered.

"Always the tone of surprise," she replied, wrapping her arms around him. Ron realised that it didn't matter to Hermione how he asked her. What mattered to Hermione, most of all, was that he loved her.